La Lutte Nous Ebranle.(Translation) .

Poem By Michael Walker

Notre naissance et notre mort sont les heures faciles, comme le sommeil
et la nourriture et le boisson. La lutte pour le pain,
pour la fierte, pour la simple dignite, nous ebranle.
Et ceci est plus que se battre pour l'existence;
plus que la revolte et la guerre et des cotes humains.
Il ya un voyage du moi a vous.
Il y a un voyage du vous a moi.
il faut une union de deux mondes etranges.

Le notre est une lutte d'un lit trop chaud;
trop encombree d'une patience plein du sommeil.
Hors de cette obscurite nous devons lutter en avant;
du manque de pain, de fierte, de dignite.
La lutte entre le matin et la nuit.
Ceci marque nos ans; ceci decide, aussi, notre situation critique.

- ' The Struggle Staggers Us'.Margaret Walker(1915-1998) .

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